Teaching almost broke me. Really. There was a point, right after my final lecture, where I could finally say to myself: you did it; you got through it. But then…
• It’s reading week, or, as I like to call it, breathing week. • Yes, my head is above water. Barely. My lips keep slipping below the surface and I’m…
The Gearhead is a charmer. Not like a snake charmer, more like a snake oil salesman. He’s a person who, given a reason and a mind to do so, could…
I’m going to get a t-shirt made. I wife and complain. It’s more accurate. After almost twenty years of marriage, wife as a noun is simply a romantic idea. Let’s…
This is a one way ticket to oblivion. Sometimes you need something that will blow your mind. To smithereens. Especially when your teens manipulate you into escorting them [wife edits:…
The Gearhead asked me out on a date. Well, sort of. It was only to accompany him to Canadian Tire to buy a new serpentine belt for my car [wife…
The Gearhead collects stuff. [Gearhead edits: hence the moniker] [Wife edits: don’t you love how the Gearhead leans toward formal English when waxing eloquently about the barn? He reserves redneck…
“If I want to build a glass outhouse at the bottom of our driveway and sh*t there, I will!” We believe the Gearhead when he says these things because, well,…
What does a Gearhead do when the race season is over? Builds bridges. What does the Gearhead’s wife do when race season is over? Builds grudges. Bridge first. There is…
Frustration and disappointment: the necessary darker side, counterbalanced against… what? Hope? Optimism? No, those don’t quite fit. How about the frustratingly titled “activities of daily living”? [wife edits: how pedantic].…
Food by the Gearhead's Wife 